Memories of 30 Years Ago

This is a tale that few know of but, time having passed and perspectives of maturity taking a front seat, now feels like the right time to share.

I was living at home, still a virgin and as a result a raging mess of hormones. I would masturbate at any opportunity and had particularly kinky thoughts and fantasies. I retain this kinkyness even now in my 50s and it's probably what helped me break one of society's biggest taboos.

It was springtime. I lived at home with my mum and dad. Brother had left for university the previous autumn. Mum didn't work, Dad did, sometimes long shifts. He also had a hobby that took him away for long days and even whole weekends.

I don't recall exactly how I came to the decision that I should expose myself to mum, but I did. She would wake me everyday, on one particular day, I pulled my shorts down and lay on my front, exposing my firm arse, and pretended to still be asleep. She came in,

obviously paused, then told me it was time to get up. I had expected to be told to cover up, but nothing was said.

Exciting and confusing. I tried this a couple more times over subsequent days with a similar reaction from her. So, what next? I always had a hard on when I woke, I loved the idea of letting my mum see it. I failed to go through with my plan to lie on my back, rather than front, a number of times but eventually took the risk. This time mum's pause between opening the door and waking me was significantly longer. I really expected to be scolded this time, but again, nothing.

At this stage I believe I was simply exposing myself for my own perverse gratification, but things began to happen.

After college one day I was studying at my desk in my room. I was near the partly closed door and could see the landing with my mother's room and bathroom at far end. Mum was running a bath, I heard her bedroom door open and she walked out, naked, heading to the bathroom. I probably glimpsed her for no more than a second but the image is as fresh to me now as I recall it as it was all those years ago.

Heavy but not huge breasts, pale skin with deep red nipples. A soft round belly leading to a delicious looking and hugely enticing natural bush. These were clearly the features that mattered to me and I was trembling with excitement and lust. It would obviously be some minutes or even longer before she came back out so I desperately freed my solid shaft from my trousers and masturbated feverishly to the image of my mother that was burning itself into my memory.

I'd cleaned up and composed myself by the time the lock clicked open on the bathroom door. Looking up I saw mum come out, wrapped in a towel and go straight to her room. I was disappointed and a little frustrated at the absence of a second glimpse but did begin to ponder and fantasise about what the earlier briefest bit of exhibitionism meant. Was she merely showing the same traits as me and reciprocating in-kind or was this the beginning of something kinkier? My post pubescent body and mind were in spin.

I continued to expose myself in the mornings to her, making less of an effort to quickly cover myself over ensuing days. Every afternoon I longed for her to take a bath but more often than not she showered in her room, behind closed doors. Perhaps me seeing her naked was to be a one off. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a week I noticed her pop into the bathroom and open the taps to fill a bath before disappearing into her room. The trembling returned in anticipation of what state she would be in for the short walk across the landing. I didn't need to wait long and to my intense relief she was naked and in less of a hurry this time. She stopped to close the bedroom door behind her before turning for the bathroom giving me views of every inch of her soft flesh. Even when she got into the bathroom she took a while to close the door, offering ample opportunity for me to drink the scene in.

I was desperate to masturbate but stopped myself as I feared I'd jinked things the last time, superstitious nonsense of course. I longed to see more of her, I opened my door a little wider to obtain a better view of her coming out, it would be more obvious to her that I was looking but I was prepared to take the risk.

When she emerged this time there was no towel. The door opened to reveal her full frontal beauty, tits bouncing a little as she walked to her room. Breathless, I shut my door and rapidly masturbated to orgasm...it was the best way to stop myself dashing to her room and attempting to fuck her.

I felt we'd both gone beyond simple exposure or exhibitionism now and were clearly teasing or even flirting with each other. I knew firmly how I wanted things to pan out but was unsure of mum's intentions.